The sour smell engulfed me,
Smell from this empty but filled room,
From dusted, outdated things,
Bring back pasts but aught,
In this empty but filled room,
Which I lived and live and will forever,
Covered by shadows and scars,
Shadows added unitedly, darker they grow,
Darkening the room by the weakest light.
Scars one on one, deeper they went.
Drugging the ailing pure white wall,
Which is no longer white or pure.
The heavy curtains make the last light forgo,
Make the fresh ghostly cut invisible.
Though I can’t see,
I feel its...